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  • It was a strange assortment. Jimmy Carter as a circus peanut with a vulgar smile. A miniature red velvet dress displayed as if in a doll store front. Behind them was a pair of child figures with sad looks and dark lines. The boy figurine seemed to be rotting between his lips, or rather, bleeding like a vampire. There were glass bowls surrounding all the figures, one like an upturned ice blue mermaid tail. There were other antiques scattered on the shelf below Jimmy and the red dress and the porcelain children, but they didn't seem to be in the way. I went up close to the glass, averting the peanut's gaze because it scared me. I couldn't take my eyes off the red dress. I imagined gently pulling it from its stand. Squeezing Elmer's glue on its back. Pressing it onto a half-done collage. Rubbing my pointer finger back and forth to smooth the glue beneath it and prevent bubbles. I would rub it longer than I needed-- even when the glue was thinned and oozing out the sides-- to ingrain velvet. To create my own strange assortment.
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